This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, my niggas My niggas, this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs My dogs, the beginning of this bloodline of mine That spark, that's in a niggas heart, that cause him to shine Before the rhyme

You are now, high In the sun, burn You're away, alive On the moon, round Analyze this chemistry Producing poison And creeping in your veins For the love of blood

We'll live like horses From you old iron fences There's more ways than one To regain your senses Break out the stalls And we'll live like horses I can't control this flesh and blood

It's coming, brace myself A notion of what's to be, there's no escape Drifting alone upon the dragon ship Eerily still, no winds that tear or whip Silence deafens, the sea is mirror calm Blood runs like the water from my palm I'm standing by myself

Going down in flames Going down in a blaze of glory My last days We shall see They are coming now They're after me They want blood Yes it's true Going quietly I just don't do

Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore

Blood brothers Take a bullet for each other Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap And you lean on one another Thick as these and the best of friends You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed We were as young as we were dumb When we piled in a ol' pile

None of thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me My awareness, catalyst, of godhate I have spawned Mightiest Self! Cast out of Thy Elysium With blood of Nazarene I write the story of man Two thousand years Is nothing though it has been enough Come forth

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club